I know for me finally knuckling down and being more proactive about regular aerobic exercise (not directly intended for weight loss; it's one of the depression/insomnia-fighting strategies my doctors recommended) seems to be doing the trick. I haven't done a weigh-in with an accurate scale in three weeks, but I think I'm down a bit from the already happy-making low weight then because I'm down to my 4th belt notch and currently wearing my skinniest pair of jeans (38w that have washer shrunk to probably 36). Any more and I'm going to have to buy smaller sweats to hike in.

I'm at a bit over thirty pounds lost now due to the sick. It seems like the first twenty dropped pretty quickly, and now is coming off slow.

I just can't let my stomach get full, and a lot of greasy or fatty foods hurt. I'm seldom in pain anymore, though. As long as I stay away from the foods I know will trigger the pain and eat much smaller portions I'm good.

ION, are the Oscars shitting me?

Also, I saw The Other F Word this weekend and it was wonderful.

Of all of the ectomies, I think oophrectomy wins for best name. Seriously. What can top that? It's the oophiest!

For all I talk about sensible eating, and perform it in some arenas and ignore it radically in others, I've never had any control over my weight, for good or ill. It is what it is.

Yesterday my boss and my manager had a conversation right behind me they really should have had in my boss's office. They were talking about who deserved a certain position in the re-org, and they were within earshot of one of the people they were discussing.

He just came to my desk to ask me if I'd heard it--he thought they were discussing whether or not to keep him, and he'd been up all night with worry. This is one of the guys I fling insults with back and forth, but he's a good guy, or I wouldn't go there. I hope I was able to reassure him that they were saying he deserved the better position in the re-org because of his seniority, but I didn't get the whole convo.

Still, seriously, do that behind closed doors. We proles don't need to know.

Right now, being in near hibernation mode...I am just trying not to gain anymore weight. (Whoops, except for making pie last night.)I have a problem with making exercise a habit. If I could get that on track I'd be much better off.

Still, seriously, do that behind closed doors.

Yeah, that's tacky. Also leads to people getting upset, like your coworker.

Last year I accidentally lost 40 pounds when I was diagnosed with diabetes/pre-diabetes. Now I have gained 20 back, and it is almost entirely because last year they had these really wonder, fairly reasonable boxed salads with meat and egg. I LOVED them and it was all I ate at work, especially the theatre, and I was kept full. This year the boxed salads are smaller, have half the meat, and are $3.00 more. They do not fill me up, and sometimes they have the lettuce heel thing or rotting lettuce. So then, it is easier to have a sandwich or something than to pack my own.

My current health/weight/diet/eating strategy is I don't worry about it. I eat what I want, and if I get fat, well, I'll be fat.

I'm only kind of joking when I say that letting myself go was my New Year's resolution.

(I still do want to join a gym with a pool this year, but that's because I really miss swimming.)

I miss being fit and being able to run and lift heavy things and kick people in the head. I'm worried that that window has well and truly closed. But I don't know how to work around it.

So, we're now casually dressed. One of the business analysts here wore a suit and tie to work every day, although that was never the requirement. Hell, he only got promoted to my level a year or so ago. But he was snazzy the whole time.

Instead of going round to stare at his clothes today, I just emailed him to see if he was getting a lot of visitors. Apparently he is. We are so predictable. (He's in slacks and a sweater--ridic)

I'm happy to be back to karate. The regular exercise makes me feel better and if it helps with the weight - yay!

My eatting choices have been more suspect lately, but I'm trying to slowly turn those around. Goal 1 is cooking at home more. Wish I could give up the sugar in my tea, but that is very doubtful.